He just got off the phone
for the umpteenth time
and each and every
time
he heard the word,
“By the time
this call is over,
your service will
be working just fine.”
That’s local cable
company time,
which for the customer
is never, ever fine,
more like Twilight
Zone time.
He had called in route
to Arizona and was told
all would be fine
by the time
he arrived in that
Western state so fine.
The T.V. didn’t work but the
Wi-Fi did just fine.
So, they said, “Sorry,”
time and time and time
until he said, “Please don’t
say sorry one more time.”
“Sorry,” she said, “and we
will need to send a tech
guy out to your house to
make sure everything is
working just fine.”
“Fine, fine, fine” he
mumbled while hanging
up the phone and turning
to his wife, he asked,
“Is it happy hour time,
so I can have a glass or
two of fine wine? Oh,
hell, a few glasses from
the box will do just fine.”
His wife said, “Darling,
just think about the
weather and everything
will be just fine.”